50 Word Stories: Over The Moon

I just saw a seagull fly over the moon in a beautiful azure sky. It was almost like the celestial object had lost its reflection in a daytime sea, cirrus clouds its rippling breakers, the seagull striving to find it.
I wish I was a seagull flying over the moon.

This is what I like about writers, anybody else witnessing this would have gone: “bloody hell! the bloody seagull, look!” but you, in true writer style, came up with these lovely few lines 😉
Seriously, gorgeous.